Youth is a river of cascading hair,
tumbling warm and rich like
wheat fields under the timeless clock
Of summer. Every day was
long on light. We jumped into
green emerald waves and then
rolled in golden sand, sparkling
with flecks of mica we appeared as
heroes under an blue infinity sky.
Sneakers were untied. Every bike
had paper streamers. Boys wore baseball
hats and girls sported ribbons at the end
of pigtails. We collected night moths.
Ran up and down dirt roads. Every porch
had a yellow light. There was hot
dogs for dinner and pie for dessert.